I’m not scared of “terrorists.”
There’s no such thing as “Islamofascism.”
No one is coming to blow us up.
The real weaklings are the people telling us to be afraid like they are. Capture Bin Laden, put him on trial, and be done with it. Get our arrogant, violent asses out of the Middle East and let the Arabs do what they want to in their own backyard. (It’s their oil anyway, forgodsakes.) Let Israel make peace with its neighbors like any normal country would. Impeach the entire executive branch, put Bush and Cheney on trial for treason or send ‘em to the Hague for war crimes. They killed an entire country, after all. They’ve let New Orleans die too. And I can hardly believe they pulled that “radical dictators armed with nuclear weapons” crap again. If North Korea nuked Japan or Hollywood, we’d let ‘em have it, end of story, and the same for anyone else. It isn’t ever gonna happen, though. It takes a madman without conscience to do that, and he needs money, compliant generals, and a delivery system. Hey, wait a minute…
There now. I hope that clears this whole mess up. I’m 61 years old and probably need a hearing aid, goddammit. (Long live rock & roll, and PLEASE turn it up real loud.) Make love, not war, you bet. Who the hell would choose the other way around?! Bless the children, take care of the poor, play fair, save the best dope for the elderly, and don’t fuck up the planet.
Simple, innit?
Whew.
Okay, I’m done, feels good.
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John: Whew boy, thanks for these two latest blogs. Sometime back I got the impression this is the kind of shit you’d prefer NOT to have to address. I love your other stuff, but gotta say, when you get sick and tired of this same-o, same-o, you lay it down succinctly with clarity. I’m in absolute awe.
Now over on my blog, I’ve grown weary of smashing my head daily into the proverbial brick wall. Most recently, the ABC fascist history construct airing in support of this regime and the mistake of joining my wife in protest this weekend as tailgaters were arriving for the first home game of the season and inquiring of my homemade sign, “Who are we bombing?” almost had me going off the curb into the street. Fortunately my wife had stationed herself next to a nice police officer named Ed or I probably would have lost it and taken it to the street. (I’m pretty sure I coulda handled the dumb son of a bitch who posed that question of me in that she was petite and about 19 years old or so. Not to worry, after Saturday, I’m not retired from public demonstrations.)
But these little combinations of accruing aggravations had me in a real funk. I’ve been working for several days now on a blog of my experiences and recollections of Truchas, but this shit keeps invading my space to where I haven’t the heart to finish it and, if I did, it doesn’t seem pertinent–with much far more dire and outrageous items taking precedence as they do, day in, day out.
Sunday I vowed to myself to quit and just walk away for a few days. By this morning I was back at the windmill. And now, having read some of your *best stuff* (a quote from my wife after reading your latest rants to her–although I still harbor that “Taos girl power” as a secret favorite), I’m encouraged–for the moment, at least–to carry on.
Outrage is a legitimate manifestation to the actions of these bastards. And I really appreciate your’s surfacing now, when I needed it most. Thanks John. I do enjoy your writing, but perhaps even more in these times, your passionate reaction to what’s going down was the very elixir the doctor ordered.
Well gol-dang-it, Dada, what great compliments. And as you can see, it’s easy for me to delete inadvertent double posts. I also scrubbed your unnecessary apology. Heh. Rewriting history is fun.
I truly appreciate the encouragement on the rant. And yes, I have been in a place for a long time where I don’t want to address this shit, because it’s a fucking black hole that pulls everything else about my lunatic life right in there with it. My detachment disappears and I miss the angel train, every goddamn time. I really WANT to be enlightened, but I have an open account with the unconscious and an affinity for darkness. This is really cool for artistic types but makes it really hard to comment effectively on what’s happening in the world, because I go all preachy and heavy and self-righteous, and that pisses me off!!
You said, “I haven’t the heart to finish it and, if I did, it doesn’t seem pertinent–with much far more dire and outrageous items taking precedence as they do, day in, day out.” But see, that’s just it. That’s just my point. My God man, if anything is PERTINENT and WORTH SHARING, experiences and recollectiions of TRUCHAS is abso-fucking-lutely IT! This is exactly what I’m talking about. The black hole sucks everything else in and cheapens our existence.
You MUST write about Truchas. I’m in awe that you were there. This is spiritual gold. There is no better medicine for what ails the world. And that’s why I try to keep writing about other things and not be sucked into dKosLand. THE KIDDIES NEED US, whether they know it or not. We have to trumpet the glory of nature and the human spirit from the rooftops. It’s our karmic duty and ought to be fun.
I can only write effectively about the state of Ratfuck Nation if I do it from a fuck-you, fed-up, I-don’t-give-a-shit state of mind in which I feel the Power of the Almighty Present Moment and know I’m just fine, thank you. FEARLESS!!! etc. etc. Yes, “outrage is a legitimate manifestion to the actions of these bastards.” But I can’t do an Olberman. Well, that’s not true. I can, but only from inside the black hole, and then I can’t write about spirit and humor and love and good God we’re all one.
We have to fight as though we’re already dead. Not “defeated,” just good and dead. Ahhhh… (We will be soon enough, anyway.) DEAD! And grateful, too. Mighty drunken warrior spirit bastards straddling the Beginning and the End. That way nothing can hurt us and we’re not afraid of anything.
Geez, maybe I’ll post this.
Geez John, thanks for taking the time for this great response. (It also makes a great post!) I really enjoyed this. If your original post or two that prompted my first comment wasn’t enough, this was my booster shot.
Short, snappy, sometimes with a hint of humor, is usually how I try to keep my comments on blogs. It’s been my experience harangues can often kill a discussion rather than encourage it. In venting my frustrations, I really wasn’t expecting such a thoughtful response. But reading yours this morning was a fine surprise. Thanks again. (Oh, and as you most often do, you hit the nail on the head…..again!)
Well, good, and thank you. And blog that Truchas stuff!
Thanks John. I’m back at work on it!